Disclaimer: again, don't own any of the characters except Stewart, Lewd Xaven, Liotoya and the red owl. All the rest is by J.K Rowling. Also I want to thanks my sis for making my other chapters- clearer

1 Chapter 3: Surprise

Potions dungeon

Harry's eyes came to focus as he saw Ron's face hovering over him. "Ron?"

"Harry," Ron growled quietly. "What the heck were you dreaming about? Well hurry up hold your book before Snape notices-," Ron stopped.

Snape's head was lowered but his eyes were looking right at Harry. Harry sat up straight, brushing himself off as he heard kids babbling quietly.

"Mr. Potter," he said lifting his head. "Another dream did we have? You, Mr. Potter may write a 2-page essay on the chapter you fell asleep on. Due tomorrow. For the rest of you-"

Everyone stared and held their breaths.

"1 page." Snape answered. A few heavy sighs of relief filled the room. "Also 5 points from Gryffindor. And let us hope this assignment will help you to practice for the test.."

***

"Wow. What a dream. Weird-" Ron said as they headed to the common room. Hermione was in the library. Harry had just told Ron the story not including the parts about Ron and Hermione: the kiss-the love.

"Ok so what did I say before I told you you were dating Parvati?" Ron said. Harry wished he hadn't told him about Parvati.

"Well you babbled-something about your dads work and-"

"Hey-" Ron said in a whisper. "You think I was rich?"

Ron had been wearing exceptionally fancy clothing. "You could of."

"Great! I hope it comes true, you know, except you seeing Voldemort." Ron said. They sat down on a couch.

"Hey, I'm back!" Hermione said.

"Wow-that was a quick rush to the library." Ron said, "Weird."

"It is not weird!"

"You usually want to spend all day in that- place." Ron said.

"Ok- so the dream Harry?" Hermione said, not wanting to get into an argument. She set down her books.

Harry repeated what he told Ron.

"Ok what did you say about the red owl? It wants to bring-"

"Voldemort down as well as all good." Harry repeated remembering.

"Well- so what is this owl? Or who?" Hermione asked.

"I know-research," Ron said dryly, "Restricted section." Hermione smiled, and they decided to go tonight at 11.

That was then when they noticed Stewart sitting by, collecting his things in a hurry.

"What's the hurry?" Ron asked.

"Uh- just shaky- I got a Howler. Like I need to be reminded I'm poor and failing Potions," Stewart said.

"You're poor too?" Ron said. "Do you sometimes feel like squashing something or punching people's eyes back in their sockets?" Ron asked. Hermione glared at him and Harry wondered if Ron wanted to do that to them.

Stewart looked at him. "Well, I won't, you know, I'm in too much trouble- " Stewart looked at the three of them uncomfortably. "I gotta go, hope you have no more dreams Harry." And he rushed off.

"What's his rush?" Harry asked. Hermione shrugged.

"Wicked! Did you see his robes and books? He is soo poor!" Ron said excitedly.

***

As 11 o' clock struck, the Invisibility cloak was covering Harry, Ron and Hermione, as they trotted silently to the library.

"See Ron, my life is not always books- I happen to go to these night journeys under an invisibility cloak." Hermione whispered, probably remembering the earlier fight they almost had.

"Yeah well we are doing it for a good reason. Plus we're going to the library so-" Ron silently added.

"Yeah but it's restricted!" Hermione retorted.

"Ooohh restricted section! It's so restricted and so- life changing and risky. Wow Hermione," Ron said wryly. "That's one daredevil stunt that's dangerous to attempt." Ron said sarcastically.

"Are you making fun of me?" Hermione asked angrily, her voice rising to normal tone.

"What do you think? You're the book brain." Ron said.

"Stop it!" Harry had to interrupt in a loud whisper. "Filch'll hear you two and you'll get us all into trouble!"

"Sorry, Harry.." They both mumbled.

Finally, they got to the library and started to do research.

"Search for um-dreams, doors, and owls. Harry you look in dreams, Ron doors and I'll search owls." They all began quickly researching.

Harry strolled through the aisles. "Dreams.. dre.. ohh!" And there was a whole shelf about dreams. "Physic dreams.predicting dreams.. dream making- oh here we go! What dreams Mean by Liotoya. Harry opened the old brown book and flipped through it. "Doors.owls.." Harry flipped some more seeing what it meant to fall of a cliff in a dream or to have a dream about sailing. Finally there was a section on doors. "To open a door in a dream means that opportunities may await you-," Harry read. He flipped on and saw on the front in tiny letters

* Some of these statements may not really apply. The summaries and symbols do not work if you were given a dream, repeating a dream, creating a dream or living something in a dream (naturally where magic is involved).*

2 Harry rolled his eyes and closed the book right when Hermione was heard saying. "HERE! HERE!"

3 Harry followed Hermione's voice and finally found her sitting down at a table with Ron.

"Lewd Xaven or Lou Xaven was turned into a brilliant red owl 20 years ago by the Ministry, when he did an evil deed.blah blah ok here- is currently locked in a gold cage in Ireland. If ever let out, he can only revert to his true form when day and night merge. That is the only time when he is able to drink the brew of Trevnoc, which will return him to human form."

"So the owl-"

"Is human in animal form." Hermione sighed.

"Why does he only have that time, oh smart one?" Ron asked.

Hermione shot an angry look at him and said. "Because the brew can only work when it's both dark and light."

"When day becomes night." Harry mumbled. "That was in my dream!"

"Yes, yes but I don't see a thing about a door-" Hermione said, searching.

"Midnight!" Ron yelled. "Could that work?"

Hermione and Harry both thought.

"Sure, I think so-" Hermione said reluctantly.

"I'd better go now, it's almost midnight!" Harry jumped up. He ran to the door.

"Bring the cloak!" Hermione yelled.

"You guys need it to go back to the common room-"

"We can sneak ourselves back- *you* have to travel through the school to find the door." Hermione paused, "Who knows who you may pass?"

Harry looked at the cloak. "Are you sure? Are you guys going to-?"

"Fight?" Hemione asked "No, if big mouth here doesn't talk."

"HEY!"

Harry rushed off.

***

Looking for the door was the hardest thing ever. All the places he was sure it would be at, it wasn't. Knowing that it was about ΒΌ past 12, Harry headed to the common room. He hoped Hermione and Ron weren't arguing. Harry knew he should have walked slower, so that they could make up, but Harry just didn't feel comfortable roaming the halls alone and coming back to find them dead. So he picked up speed and finally got to the portrait of the fat lady.

"Picklebee," Harry said, noticing now how weird these passwords were. The Fat Lady let him in without questions and then Harry saw it. A sight that Harry never thought about seeing- a sight that he couldn't picture coming real. The two of them were still breathing, but they were about to do something Voldemort had showed him in the dream.

They were BOTH sitting on the large armchair and they were BOTH leaning forward, their lips about to touch.

"OH MY GOSH!" Harry yelled only loud enough to make them jump back and stare, but not to wake up the whole tower.

Ron's eyes were the widest. Ron looked at Hermione and immediately jumped out of the chair they were both sitting in and sat in a chair close by.

Hermione's mouth was moving but nothing came out. She was frowning. She opened her mouth to say something, but just sighed. There was a few seconds of silence.

"Oh my gosh," Harry repeated, wanting them to know *he* was the one in shock.

Finally Hermione said something, "We were just talking-"

"Yes, about the er owl and the door and how we think midnight wouldn't of worked." Ron said quickly, but then he stopped, being smart enough to know that it wasn't the owl and the door they should have been talking about.

"Stewart!" Hermione yelled like she had an explanation. "He-He was just here, heh uh silly old shrimp-or young shrimp- anyway he was just here went to the bathroom he did, yep yep," Hermione babbled.

Harry began to think this was funny and hid his growing smile under his hands. He nodded.

More sighs.

"Not like we were going to do *anything*," Ron said, he looked at Hermione and Hermione nodded like Ron needed the approval. Then more confident, "Yes, Nothing."

Harry nodded once again forcing himself not to snort. He felt like one of their mums, demanding an explanation for why they were kissing in the dark past midnight. "OK."

Ron and Hermione seemed too embarrassed to notice his laugh, though they were staring at him.

Hermione stood and shakily gathered some things that Harry wasn't sure were even hers. "Well, we better get to bed, get some sleep-"

Then Ron hollered, "But not in the same bed-"

"And not in the same room!" Hermione yelled.

Harry snorted. "Ok. I'll see you, Hermione, later. We can- talk." And Harry coolly walked slowly to the boy's corridors.

Ron gave an uncomfortable small smile and followed Harry. And that was when Harry heard the portrait door open and he heard the squeaky little words,

"Something weird happened here."

continued in chapter 4......

Well pleez read the rest because there is more Hermione and Ron stuff, and more about the dream and the owl. Thanks for reading! pleez R/R.

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